Being an Addams.

Gomez looked at her brother.

• Is she ready for what happens next?

Felt looked at Wednesday questioningly. He turned back to the entire family, or almost.

• That's a good answer.

Morticia, Gomez, and Felt untied her roughly. She winced when her buttocks were freed from the stakes. They led her to a pillory that pinned her hands and head in a wooden shackles, while her brother and Lurch brought a brazier with a branding iron heated to red.

Wednesday's eyes widened in terror. They were going to brand her with the family crest.

Her brother laughed at the sight of her like this.

• You're going to be branded like a pig, little sister.

He played with the iron, which he handed to Gomez, who, with an elegant but merciless gesture, placed it on his daughter's thigh.

Wednesday's flesh sizzled with an obscene crackle, the acrid smell of burnt skin mingling with the stench of white-hot metal. Her scream shattered against the wooden collar, her mouth gaping open like a wound as the red-hot iron sank deeper, carving the sinister arabesques of the family crest into her trembling thigh.

Gomez threw the iron into a bucket of water, which provoked a cold cry. He unzipped his pants, took out his penis, applied his droit de cuissage, and shoved it into Wednesday's vagina, all at once.

he commented:

• Hmm, divine silk, it's open just the way I like it.

Mercilessly, he began to work his daughter, who was still recovering from the red-hot iron. Continuation of the story:

Mercilessly, he began to work his daughter, who was still recovering from the red-hot iron.

Gomez's hips slammed against Wednesday's scarred thighs, each blow more brutal than the last, while the pain of the red-hot iron mingled with the percussion of her still-smoldering flesh. She arched her back in spite of herself, the chains of the pillory biting into her wrists, her raw nails scratching futilely against the rotten wood.

Wednesday was in a trance; she was nothing more than a doll of vice, continuing a long line. Gomez honored his daughter at length as only his wife could be more. When he came inside her, it was a fabulous orgasm for Wednesday.

Gomez pointed at Fetid,

• You first, my brother, you, me, my son, and you too, Lurch afterward. I offer him to you, as Morticia nodded approvingly.

Wednesday's lips curled into a silent grin, her throat too tight to let out anything but a hoarse breath. Fetid's cock tore at her insides, each thrust rekindling the burning sensation of the iron, as if crushed glass were being rubbed into the open wound. She felt a drop of icy sweat slide down her back, sinking into the hollows of her buttocks, marbled by the spikes.

Her uncle's cock was filthy, sticky, and yet she came like never before, twice before he came inside her. Her brother slapped her buttocks violently, especially where the mark had been, before brutally penetrating her.

The searing pain of the slap mingled with the wrenching **** of her brother, who plunged into her in one swift thrust, unprepared, tearing her still-tense muscles. He was young, vigorous, the pillory creaked under his assaults, he literally **** her for a long time. She screamed in pleasure and pain, her body wracked with uncontrollable spasms. Her brother, panting, bit her shoulder until it bled, his teeth sinking into the tender flesh as he continued to fuck her with methodical ****. She orgasmed when he finally came inside her.

She felt her family's sperm flowing freely down her thigh when Lurch thrust inside her again. She whispered,

• Not Lurch, not yet, I...

in vain. He was already inside her, completely unhuman, more like a machine, really, as he seemed to feel nothing.

Lurch showed no expression, his glassy eyes staring at a point beyond her as his massive hands gripped her hips, crushing her against the pillory. Each thrust was mechanical, precise, as if his rusty joints ran on rancid oil. The wood groaned under their weight, Wednesday's chains clinking with a metallic clatter with each movement. She thought it would never end when Gomes, taking pity on her, ordered her to come, which the servant did, but so did Wednesday, as her servility was now firmly established in her flesh and spirit.

Morticia released her; she fell to the ground in the pool of sperm. Morcia bent down.

• You are truly an Addams, my daughter, now in your flesh and soul.

Wednesday smiled.

• Thank you, Mother, thank you, Father, thank you, brother, thank you, Lurch.